Do they think that walls could hide you?
There she sat. On the railings. Her beauty was so overwhelming that I could only stand there and look at her. She was absolutely perfect. And she was mine.
"Where are we going now?", she asked.
"Wherever you want to.", I replied, thinking about a word for her beauty, but everything that came to my mind sounded dumb in the next moment.
She smiled and looked down.
I just loved that smile, it made her face, if possible, even more beautiful.
"Well. I want to go to Paris.", she said after thinking a while, "I heard about it and I think it's a wondeful place."
Upset now I said: "I don't have enough money for a trip like that."
She smiled again.
"It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that you are there for me."
I couldn't think of anything that was not adorable about my sweet Johanna.
"One day I'll take you there...", I murmured, "Just wait."
Then we both fell silent for a long time.
I watched the waves crashing against our ship.
She just sat there.
I don't know how but this moment had an appendage of perfection.
